Cruz conjures the tension of the modern anxiety about the future coupled with certainty of present condition and puts it in conversation with the primordial, all through his own special lens.
His benevolent plasma dripping down flora is neither threatening nor comforting, but it is what he is sure will come to pass.
His transcendent geography is universal and specific – it is Macchu Pichu and it is Aotearoa, steeped in his own history. It is a valuable vision, and, as is Jimenez himself, eternally hopeful.